Chapter 15

Ian, dressed in a dark suit, walked in. What was he doing there? His expression turned slightly colder when he saw Sage. He seemed to be trying hard to keep his emotions in check.

Why did he look like that? Was he still mad over what had happened that morning?

"Grandpa," he greeted Donald politely as Sage pondered the matter.

"You're here, Ian. You must be hungry! Come on, join us for dinner. We were just waiting for you!" Donald said lovingly. "Here, sit beside Sage. You like fish sticks, don't you? They're by Sage's side."

At that, Sage pushed the dish to the center of the table. "Sit on the opposite side."

"Sage, what are you doing? That's rude." After reprimanding Sage, Donald turned to Ian and said helplessly, "I've spoiled her rotten, Ian. She can be willful sometimes. I hope you'll be more tolerant of her. Don't bear a grudge against her. Deep down, she has a kind soul."

Ian didn't refute Donald. He sat down opposite Sage and said calmly, "Got it, Grandpa."

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